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46: Battle Scars

Battle Scars
By: Paradise Fears

This is an anthem for the homesick, for the beaten,
The lost, the broke, the defeated.
A song for the heartsick, for the standbys,
Living life in the shadow of a goodbye.

Do you remember when we learned how to fly?
We’d play make-believe; we were young and had time on our side.
You’re stuck on the ground,
Got lost, can’t be found.
Just remember that you’re still alive.

I’ll carry you home.
No, you’re not alone.
Keep marching on,
This is worth fighting for,
You know we’ve all got battle scars.
You’ve had enough,
But just don’t give up.
Stick to your guns,
You are worth fighting for.
You know we’ve all got battle scars.
Keep marching on.

This is a call to the soldiers, the fighters,
The young, the innocent, and righteous.
We’ve got a little room to grow.
Better days are near,
Hope is so much stronger than fear.

So if you jump, kid, don’t be scared to fall.
We’ll be kings and queens in this dream, all for one, one for all.
You can light up the dark,
There’s a fire in your heart,
Burning brighter than ever before.

I’ll carry you home.
No, you’re not alone.
Keep marching on,
This is worth fighting for,
You know we’ve all got battle scars.
You’ve had enough,
But just don’t give up.
Stick to your guns,
You are worth fighting for.
You know we’ve all got battle scars.
Keep marching on.

On and on, like we’re living on a broken record.
Hope is strong, but misery’s a little quicker.
Sit, and we wait, and we drown there,
Thinking, “Why bother playing when it’s unfair?”
They say life’s a waste, I say they lack belief.
They tell me luck will travel, I tell ’em that’s why I’ve got feet.
Left, right, left, right,
Moving along to the pulse of a heartbeat.
This could be the last chance you have to fly.
Do you like the ground? Want it to pass you by?
Man, you had it all when you were just a kid.
Do you even remember who you were back then?
What do you want in life? Will you be twice as strong?
What would you sacrifice? What are you waiting on?
Don’t stop, march on.

I’ll carry you home.
No, you’re not alone.
Keep marching on,
This is worth fighting for,
You know we’ve all got battle scars.
You’ve had enough,
But just don’t give up.
Stick to your guns,
You are worth fighting for.
You know we’ve all got battle scars.
Keep marching on.

Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh
Oh-ohhhh-oh-ohhhh

Keep marching on.

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While desperately searching for an animated version of Heroes of Olympus in vain, I came across a playlist in Youtube that, well, shows images of the heroes while playing a song that somehow cranks up the Feels-o-meter higher than Mt. Olympus. You guessed right, Battle Scars is one of them.

While listening to this song and remembering the seven demigods’ adventures to Athens in order to stop Gaea from waking, I noticed that the lyrics all point to one main sentence: don’t give up.

This song jarred my frozen self from its cold seclusion. I realized many things. One, I’m not antisocial, which is what I’m trying to be. Two, the solution I was taking, distancing myself from people, especially that one person, was getting me nowhere. And third, everything I was doing could be translated into something I despise doing: giving up. I hate giving up. It shows weakness, an inability to face one’s problems. In video games, even when the enemy is overwhelmingly strong, I refuse to surrender (unless I’m feeling lazy then yeah, screw it).

I’ll carry you home. If you’re losing sight of who you really are, if the weight of problems and suffering and depression is obscuring your goal, don’t forget to look back where you came from. Your home will give you the strength to keep you going.

No you’re not alone. No one is truly alone in this world. Everyone has a companion, be it a human, animal, plant, food, whatever. (Actually, scrap the plant and food part.)

Keep marching on. However hard it may get, there is only way to get through all the muck and dirt, and that is to keep on walking.

This is worth fighting for. Everything close to your heart (no, not your lungs and ribs), like your family, friends, classmates, etc., are all important to your life, you may not just realize it. To keep on going for them… well, that’s kind and noble. Something truly worth fighting for.

This is your SteelRazor, scarred and bruised, but struggling to stand up and forge on.

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